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Apr 2015
Mother Nature spilled the night's sable ink
across my lovers hair,
matching it to heavens dark arch
above.
So as to not waste such wonderful
beauty born of accident,
stars were sprinkled into her eyes,
and the cosmos fit into her spirit.
January 20, 2015
Colten White
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Colten White  Nebraska
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